Yet a Little While

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"Yet a little while"—and the months and years,
Shall soon be numbered with the things that were;
And joy give place to sorrow; smiles to tears;
And rest divine, where once was strife and care.
"Yet a little while"—and the One we love
(Whose love for us has been so true and tried)
Will call His own unto Himself above,
To be forever with Him, as His bride.
"Yet a little while"—and the robes of white
We shall be clothed in, and defilement cease;
No shade of darkness sully His pure light;
No harrowing care intrude upon our peace.
"Yet a little while"—and the night is spent,
And we shall enter on His endless day,
And His blest home, with hearts, O, how content,
A scene which human words can ne'er portray!
"Yet a little while"—and the tear-dimmed eye
Shall on the glories of our Saviour gaze;
And hearts oft saddened, beat with holy joy;
And tongues oft murm'ring celebrates His praise.
Reaping
As we look upon the harvest field, thoughts of the years' labor arise in the mind, for in the golden sheaves lie the fruit of both plowman's and sower's toil, and the result of months of both heaven's sunshine and of its refreshing rain. Paul may plant, Apollos water, but God alone gives the increase. A man may spend a lifetime in sowing good seed, which another, who is a reaper, may garner in almost at once, but the harvest will be the joy-season, when both he that soweth and he that reapeth will rejoice together. God has so ordained in His field, that His several servants shall each do a part of His great work, the whole of which, complete and perfect, shall alone be seen in eternity. We are frequently too much occupied with our own little part of this work as if it were everything, and thus we forget the great end God has in view, and by such partial sight, we either magnify our special occupation into undue importance, or lose heart as if it had no blessing attached to it. We cannot in one day be both sower and reaper! Patient continuance in the work of the field necessarily precedes harvesting.
The young naturally are more impatient for reaping than their seniors, just because they have had less experience in the lapse of time required for the seed to grow up. "Cast thy bread upon the waters; for thou shalt find it after many days," said the Wise Man; and the Apostle tells us, "In due season we shall reap, if we faint not." We would encourage our young friends in their Christian work; do not be disheartened because you do not all at once see the seed grow up; and even when you see it grow up, do not expect that it will become ripe and fit for the sickle in a day. We have also to remember that in God's harvest field, not only has the work to be done which He has appointed, but that the workman has to be fitted for the work by the Word. We learn while working; experience teaches; and the harvest field is frequently our school where we learn to trust in God alone, who gives the increase. At first, possibly we almost thought we could command the blessing and make the seed to grow; nay, at first, we almost thought that we could sow the seed with the greatest ease, but experience taught us, that only by the power of God could we do this. The good seed of the kingdom is His Word, and we have to study and to pray over it in order to know how to use it.
The golden harvest is ever a pleasing and restful sight, speaking of work done and of the favor of God received. But it is also one of warning, for it declares to us the end—the end of the purpose of the plowing and the sowing, the end of the effect of the sunshine and the showers upon the field. The Lord tells us in His parable (Matt. 13) "the harvest is the end of the world" (or age); "and the reapers are the angels." There is a deep solemnity in these words—this age will have its close; it began with sowing, it will end with reaping. It began with the sowing of the seed of the kingdom, which is the Word of God; it will end with the results, which the distribution of the Word has affected in human hearts.
On some it falls lightly, and never enters; on some it is choked, and produces no fruit; on others it falls, and enters, and germinates, and produces the fruits of holiness and peace. And where this is the case there springs up an abundance. O, how precious is the value of one grain of the incorruptible seed!
Think of the harvest and take courage. Look on to the day of glory when, life's toils over, our reward shall be to rejoice in our Lord's joy. He was the Sower—He will be the Reaper. He labored and He wept, He died for sinners, He shall see of the travail of His soul and shall be satisfied, and every good and faithful servant of His shall receive His encouragement and His smile: "Well done  ... enter thou into the joy of Thy Lord."